The Home Forum s Smokey in the boys' room

The bear crashed through the screen door and there, a mere five feet in front of me, was a jumbo-sized snout.

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A little voice in my head told me to stop and check the clatter, which, it seemed, wasn't coming from outside, but rather from the boys' bedroom. This was the same voice that plays in your head during horror movies: "Yeah, right. Dumb girl. She has to do the stupidest things or there would be no movie. I'd never open the door."

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